The day the world would stop

No one will move.

Nothing will shift.

Someone would kick a diet Pepsi can away, when it will happen. And the can will just hang in the air.

At the National Security Gurad office, Mr. DIG while picking up his favorite pen from the non-copper pen holder will freeze. Right there.

A drop of sweat will shine on Mr. Ashley Lobo’s temple. He’ll be held back with his huge arm on the petty shoulders of an eminent doctor, against the flash of his lovely digital camera.

Manu Yadav in the hills, most likely be sitting cross legged, attempting to boom a joint. He will too get his position fixed.

A shopping bag of Dubai duty free shop will get stuck in mid swing, carried by frozen Praveen Sarjan for his frozen girlfriend.

The long and diagonal shadows of Sriraaz and Mobin will set still. 

In the centre of the diving board and the surface of the pool, your fat ass cousin would be halted with a grin on his face.

Somewhere under the magical skies, your newlywed sister will get to admire her love a little longer than usual.

For that very moment there will be no noise, maybe just the fading words. They would leave the mouth and lose their guts.

Birds in the sky would just stay wherever they will be.

A tide will become motionless right before the sea shore.

The world will cease to turn and clocks to tick and tock.

Most importantly your darling blackberry will get some moments of quietness.

And then, I will turn to you

close my eyes,

and kiss you.